Chapter 2
"Harder! Harder you, bastard!" Sarah cried into that big pillow, which did help to muffle that cry a little. I thrust the head of my cock against those full lips of her cunt and discovered they weren't going to spread so eagerly, even if their mistress was as hot as a bitch could get.
I could feel just the very tip of my cock pass between those full, warm cunt lips, then come to a dead stop. I took a deep breath, drew back and took the staff of my cock firmly in my left hand. Using my hand to hold my swollen cock firmly, I once more placed its head against those cunt lips and thrust. That time they had no choice but to part and let my swollen cock slip between them. Christ! I'd never driven my cock into a cunt channel that was so tight.
I had to keep pressing hard until there was a good four inches of my cock between those cunt lips. When I had that much of my meat between those gripping cunt lips, Sarah came. She bathed the full length of my cock's staff with her cunt juice and one good thrust finally took my tool all the way into her fucking cunt channel, stopping only when it came into contact with the narrow entrance of her womb or back of her cunt. I took several deep breaths at that point, letting her have a chance to get used to the feel of that big cock of mine there inside of her.
"Oh, your seed's going to go right into the very heart of my being, lover," Sarah cooed and I knew she hadn't been at all disappointed when at last my big cock had slipped so deeply into her cunt.
"I tried to tell you what it was going to be like," I said and was a little surprised to learn how normal my voice sounded in spite of the way I was breathing.
Sarah didn't seem to have any bright answer to that one, but I wasn't really too surprised. So many of these broads make a big deal over what the size of a cock should be. They'll even try to make it sound as though they could care less about the size of the cock that slipped into their cunts. Let them feel one the size of mine slip deep into them though, and they show what they really feel. They love those real big, hard cocks and don't let any of them feed you the line they don't.
When I'd rested good, I started pulling back very slowly and felt how firmly those full cunt lips of hers were actually gripping my cock. Maybe they hadn't wanted to part to let it slip between them, but once they'd gotten a good, firm grip on it, they weren't about to let it go if they could help it. I wasn't too surprised though, for after all, a cunt was really the very heart of a woman's being. Surely it had every right to be as unpredictable as the creature who owned it.
I withdrew all but the very head of my cock from between those tight cunt lips, then slammed it deep into Sarah with all the force of my big body behind that thrust. She screamed into that pillow again and I was glad we were there alone in that house at that moment. That cunt of hers was gripping my cock so firmly that I couldn't control my animal urge to really show her what kind of a beast I could be. I'd show her what a good long fuck was really like.
It was a long, long fuck just like I'd planned. Sarah screamed into that pillow three times and each time it was just before she bathed my cock with her hot love juice. Each time she reached an orgasm, I picked up the timing of my strokes just a little, for her cunt was much too moist after her first orgasm to be that tight any longer. By the time her love juice bathed my cock that third time, I was really pounding that bitch and had she been on her back, my balls would have been slapping against that bare ass of hers but good.
"Aaah! Eeek!" she screamed, her head lifting from the pillow just as my seed spurted deep into her cunt, so that it almost seemed as though my seed were going clear to the top of her head to lift it from the pillow.
"Ah, not bad, not too bad, bitch," I confessed, rolling limply to her side there on that big bed when I'd finished giving her that really fine fucking.
"Shit! Your cock ain't been milked that dry by a cunt in a long time and you know it, man," she said, pulling her legs up onto the bed, then pushing herself up onto her hands and knees as a smile touched her lips.
"What the hell you grinning like a cat for, cunt?" I asked, though I had one of those really wild kind of ideas in the back of my skull that could answer my own question.
"Why, Mrs. Chester has a rule around here that anybody who makes use of a tool must see that it's cleaned good," Sarah replied, her fingers moving along my inner thigh as she did a turn with her body that placed her face over my limp cock and her lush bare ass within easy reach of my hands.
"You going to let me get my feet up on the bed first?" I asked, for my legs were starting to feel a little tight from hanging over the edge of the mattress with just my toes touching the floor like they were.
"Why should I do you any favors, man?" she asked and the tip of her tongue moved lightly over the head of my lifeless cock. "You flipped me over, came up into me from behind while you held my legs up over your shoulders, so all my weight was on my poor shoulders."
Yes, I guess that was just what I'd done to that poor little bitch all right. Every time my cock had slammed into her there at the last, her shoulders must have really sunk deep into that big pillow. So perhaps she did have the right to be a little pissed off about it and want to get even if she could. That didn't mean I was going to let her get away with it.
I took a deep, deep breath and then moved quickly. So quickly that I was on the far side of the big bed before Sarah had the slightest idea what was on my mind. I'd known that if she'd got wise that I was planning something, she'd have taken a real firm hold of my cock. That would have spoiled any chance whatever of my doing any of those backward flips like I'd done, right over the top of her naked body, not even letting one of my feet brush her bare ass in the least.
"How'd you do that, man?" Sarah asked, as she turned to face me with a sparkle in those dark eyes of hers, once she got over the shock of what had happened.
"I worked as a wrestler once," I confessed. "A man has to learn how to fall easy, how to move his body out of the way in a hurry in order to keep the other guy from crushing him to the ground, so to speak."
"Man! you never even touched me with one of your feet and my ass sticking up in the air like it was," she cooed, moving up along side of me and taking my cock in her hand.
"If the idea of being kicked in that ass excites you, I'd be more than willing to do just that, bitch," I said and felt the top of one of those melon-shaped breasts brush my thigh when she lowered her head once more to lick the head of my cock with the tip of her warm, moist tongue. I felt a thrill shoot all the way up my spine even then.
"Try any more smart tricks of yours and I'll pull this thing out by its roots, bastard," she said and laughed a soft little laugh just before she closed those lips of hers over the head of my lifeless cock.
I laughed softly, trying to give her the impression she didn't have me worried in the least. To be perfectly honest, I must confess that she had me a little worried. I didn't really know that much about colored broads. There had been that sparkle in those dark eyes of hers that could have meant anything. I couldn't even tell how sexually aroused she still was by the coloring in her cheeks. The only clue I had at all was the firmness of that melon-shaped breast when it brushed over my thigh.
"From the feeling of that big breast of yours, I'd say you were trying to arouse me so I'd be able to fuck you good a second time before that fourteen-year-old gets home," I said, feeling Sarah take the whole of my lifeless cock into that warm, moist mouth of hers after she'd run the tip of her tongue down the full length of its underside.
Oh, that Sarah was good when she set out to clean off my cock with that hot mouth of hers. If I'd had a hard-on I'd have lost control faster than I'd ever lost my control in my whole darned life. As it was, I felt my cock starting to swell just before she decided she'd done her job well.
"There now," she said at last, as she moved back after she'd done her work. "Once that thing dries off real good, nobody'll know how well it serviced my hot cunt."
"For a while there I thought you were trying to arouse me for sure," I said, reaching for those melon-shaped breasts of hers when she stretched out there on that triple-size bed at my side.
"What would you men all do if us broads didn't have tits for you to play with?" she asked and sighed deeply when I closed my hands over those big tits, with the nipples against the tender flesh of my palms.
"What would you bitches do if we didn't have our nice hard cocks to fill your burning cunts?" I asked and laughed a nasty little laugh.
"You got somethin' there, man," Sarah sighed and reached over to run her fingertips through the hair on my chest, while she moved her whole body closer to mine. "I sure did get a bang out of the way your nice, hard cock filled my burning cunt. You fuck real cool for a white bastard."
"Thank you, I think," I said and put my lips to one of her melon-shaped breasts, knowing I didn't stand a chance of getting the whole thing between them.
We stayed right there on that big bed doing little things to each other's bodies, until Sarah decided it was time to get back downstairs and register me in. I glanced at the clock and decided she was getting out of there before that fourteen-year-old girl got home from school. Perhaps she wasn't permitted to fuck any of the gentlemen who took the attic.
"So I've gotta have your name and one whole week's rent in advance," Sarah explained when we were back down in the entrance hall talking like two perfect strangers would have talked.
"The name's Vance Daniels, cunt," I replied, reaching for my money and watching her closely, for you never knew when you'd run into a broad who'd read one of your books when you wrote the kind of books I did. "I write paperback books and living up on the third floor I'll not be bothered too much."
"You ain't met the rest of the bitches in this house yet, man," she cooed taking the bills I held towards her, while those dark eyes of hers danced. "Hey, what I let you do up there on that bed ... What I mean is, no man!" She'd discovered the extra ten bucks I'd put in her hand.
"That extra ten is for you every week I'm here and perhaps it'll even be fifteen if my room is kept nice and clean and my clothes are all picked up once a day," I explained wondering how often a black bitch with her kind of build got offered good money for doing nothing more than stretching out on her bare ass for some white or black bastard.
"Well, now that's a different story, man," she cooed and the ten dollar bill went down between those melon-shaped breasts of hers. "I just didn't like the idea of you thinking I had to do that for money."
"I was sure of that after seeing you bare-assed naked. I had it proven as a fact by the way you fucked," I informed her and suddenly felt the urge to take her into my arms.
Our mouths came together like two burning coals and it became a much, much longer kiss than I'd planned it to be. An on-the-spot kiss like that can often become longer, more meaningful than ever dreamed of. It's been known to end only when the two parties wound up in bed.
She managed to pull free at last and hurry off, all flustered by that sudden, meaningful kiss. Maybe she was used to having white bastards fuck her good, but I got the impression they let it end there.
I was left all alone to cart my two bags and portable typewriter up to the third floor. It took three long trips and I was making that final trip when a teen-age girl came through the front door, stood looking me over with two of the biggest smiling blue eyes I'd ever seen.
"Hello," I said, taking note of the fact that she wore a very tight, very thin, light green blouse, so that any male who looked at her could see how big her tits were. "I'm Vance Daniels and I just rented the third floor." She had to be the fourteen-year-old Sarah had spoken of.
"You write those good paperback books mamma likes to read after she goes to bed at night," she said and I was a little startled to learn a woman so worried about what people would think of her would let her youngest daughter know she read books like those I wrote.
"Have you read any of them?" I asked unable to keep my eyes off the front of her thin blouse while I did some really wild daydreaming.
"Why don't we go upstairs where we can talk things over real good," she cooed, moving in real close. "I'll show you a pair of boobs that outdo any you've ever sucked."
Christ! I felt my cock starting to swell there inside my pants. After all, a cock has no conscience, as they say. All it asks is a cunt to slip deep into. The age of that cunt hardly matters.
Not when she was all but begging to be fucked good!